"I'm counting the days until I can get back to Paris. It's the only place in the world for a civilized man to live."
There's one long discussion about philosophy between Larry and the narrator in an all-night Paris café, which might be a little dull. But:
"I feel it right to warn the reader that he can very well skip this chapter without losing the thread of such story as I have to tell, since for the most part it is nothing more than the account of a conversation I had with Larry. I should add, however, that except for this conversation I should perhaps not have thought it worthwhile to write this book."
"I have always moved in the best society in Europe and I have no doubt I shall move in the best society in heaven. Our Lord has said: The House of my Father hath many mansions. It would be highly unsuitable to lodge the hoi polloi in a way to which they're entirely unaccustomed."
"'We found a number of detective stories in her room and two or three volumes of poetry. There was a Baudelaire and a Rimbaud and an English volume by someone called Eliot. Is he known?''Widely.'"
"Why d'you suppose they do it?" [get divorced]"Don't you know? Because American women expect to find in their husbands a perfection that English women only hope to find in their butlers."
"A novel which she knew from the beginning (otherwise she wouldn't have read it) would end happily."
"...to my intense surprise it dawned on me that without in the least intending to I had written nothing more or less than a success story. For all the persons with whom I have been concerned got what they wanted: [Spoilers!] And however superciliously the highbrows carp, we the public in our heart of hearts all like a success story; so perhaps my ending is not so unsatisfactory after all."
Anyway, maybe I'm not one of those highbrows after all, but just another member of the public, and so I thought it was a good read. 😉
One from my Classics Club list.